Saturday, December 5, 2009

Another college flashback...

So while in my freshman year at BYU and living at the Deseret Towers on-campus dorms, I was made an FHE Mom. My FHE Dad counterpart was this smiley Hawaiian guy named Kendall. He was extremely happy and easy-going; he laughed at pretty much anything I said and he was a fun guy to be partnered up with. Anyway, one Sunday he told me to come over to his dorm room during visiting hours so we could plan FHE. I remember asking him if he was sure if that particular Sunday was the day where the girls visited the guys' dorms or if it was vice versa. He was so smiley and confident and he said he was pretty sure. (At BYU on-campus housing there is nothing co-ed. Ever. Unless you are married, so there are very specific designated "visiting hours" where you can visit the dorm rooms of the opposite sex.) So as planned, later that day, I went over to Q Hall, 6th floor, for visiting hours. I got some pretty odd stares as I made my way to Kendall's room. After standing in there for about 10 seconds and then glancing down the hall and seeing a guy in only a bath towel, I instantly cracked the code that dearest Kendall had absolutely no clue when visiting hours were and I was totally breaking some major BYU rules. I very quickly shielded my eyes and got on the elevator without saying a word to anyone. If I had been on the 3rd floor I would have just jumped out the window, I was so embarrassed. And when I got off the elevator the RA at the little window stared at me like, "What the heck were you just doing up there?" But as I have learned in life, if you just pretend like you know what you are doing, no one really questions you. And I made it out of Q-Hall unscathed. Except for my pride. That was damaged a little. And my faith in smiley Hawaiians. I am gonna need two witnesses to corroborate anything they say from now on. Sorry, guys:)